Amalfi Coast Tale

Vacay in Amalfi Coast late spring My golden skin glistening like I’m bloomed from lemon trees Baby it’s a big mama thing Crocodile Birkin died in the color cream The ngga who bought it Speaks Creole to me Sak Pase’ Zoe pound Chop a whole ngga down For this sweet Puss-Say I like my diamonds imported from the Ivory Coast Wash off the blood With gold Ace of Spade In the Aye they call it rich soda Rugs made of Alpacas You gotta dap her Vacay in villas ducked off in coves The trim on the private yacht shine like copper cove Lyrics like this A i can’t generate I charge 1 grand for each bar 16 bands I’ll make you a star Lapis dials on the Rolex Made for the greats Tupac smiling in Heaven He wanna be in love Polo is the motto I’m too much of a thug I come from the West Get love from the East In the South, they call me redbone Keesh Two Southside Chicagoan’s raised me I’m a real a$$ G A Capricorn queen Everything I have is luxury A very very rare breed Bet not think bout crossing me I will make you a memory Stand at your funeral and read the eulogy Then I hop on a private jet back to Italy I thank God for my life it’s a movie